I always thought that I would dig out books from under the sand, but I have never dug them out. This makes me wonder if there are no scholars among these dead people, or there are no people who like to read. Po Meng looked at me and laughed and said, "You have never heard of rotten scholars and rotten scholars."
After all, when their bodies decayed, the books also decayed. How could they be brought here?
I think about it, there are many scholars like me, and it is impossible that there will not be one in three hundred years. But no matter how many books are prepared in front of me, even if they are brought here, the wind and sand will blow the pages.
It's rotten into dregs, where can I find it? The water of the Wangchuan River is not ordinary water. Even the memory in a person's soul can be destroyed by drinking it, let alone the handwriting on the book.
This is a bit depressing. Besides digging in the sand, I need some fun in life to stimulate my despair of not finding Tianyao's body, but it seems that this hope will come to nothing.
Tianyao was illiterate, which I didn't expect.
She held the pen in her hand with four fingers and struggled to write the word "天". She muttered, "I don't want to take the top prize, so why should I be literate?"
I said, don’t you remember those recipes?
She said, after the master made it, I took a look and followed the instructions and made it. What recipe should I remember?
I frowned and said, if I go to Beijing to take the exam, who do you expect to read a letter to you?
She turned her head and gave me an innocent smile, and said, Mr. Lin said, let me protect you personally. If you go to Beijing to take the exam, why don't I follow you?
I was anxious and said, then...if we have a little fox in the future, you can't teach him to read?
Then she nodded confusedly and said, this is a serious question.
Instead, I started sweating on my forehead. What if we really have a litter of little foxes?
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If you don’t have a book, just write it yourself.
Anyway, Po Meng will fish out some bamboo from the river from time to time. These bamboos are more than enough to build a bamboo canopy, and some can be used to write books.
At first, I used a sword to handle the bamboos, but long swords are good for killing people, but engraving books seemed much bulkier, so I later dug in the sand.
I don't believe that there is no knife dropped by the ghost among these thousands of people.
The knife failed to dig out, but I found an Emei thorn!
In a daze, I returned to the orange grove.
Based on family inheritance, Yanran likes to practice martial arts. I admit that this makes her figure well-proportioned and very good in bed. But when this thing became her strength that can surpass me, I couldn't bring up the interest to appreciate it.
Her movements are very graceful. Although they are not as elegant as Tianyao's, they are very practical, and she has indescribable momentum and strength between advancing and retreating. The core moves of Emei Ci are short attack, so her body shape moves
Soon, a red butterfly was flying up and down under a peach tree, and I said to the butterfly listlessly, "Slow down," and I was careful to duck my waist.
This hurts the scenery a bit.
But Jingfeng didn't think so. She immediately stopped her martial arts, and like a red begonia flower fell into my arms, she said, "Husband, I heard that Lord Ningyuan was assassinated the day before yesterday, and these gangsters kidnapped her wife.
Not only did I insult him, but I also hung her from a pear tree outside the village. If bad guys target us, wouldn't you be happy if I have my martial arts skills?
I said, I don't need protection.
She smiled and said, "Do you think if you are more gentle as an official, the bad guys will stop thinking about you?"
Is it another struggle? I leaned on the couch and closed my eyes.
But she rolled down from my arms, picked a peach blossom, and said, everything is up for grabs, whether it is an official position or a woman, it is the same.
I sat up and yelled, "You know it too!"
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I threw the Emei thorn aside in disgust, and then continued to look for a usable knife. However, I found nothing.
Okay, let's use a long sword.
Three years later, there were many bamboo slips around the bamboo canopy, and they were stuck in bunches on the sand, making it a spectacular sight.
Po Meng looked at it and said, you should weave them together.
I thought about it. Since it is a book, it needs to have a front and back. Otherwise, if a bunch of messy bamboo slips are placed together, wouldn’t it look like they have to be arranged in order? I went to dig out the rope again. The sand pile by the Wangchuan River is really a
treasure.
The rope did not dig out, but instead dug out a piece of red silk. I frowned and started to pull at it out of boredom. Why is red always dangling in front of me? I don't like crabapples. The flowers are too bright. I don't like red either.
, too domineering!
After pulling it three or two times, it couldn't be pulled anymore. Something caught the red silk in the sand.
Then dig it out! I'm very depressed.
After digging a few times, a piece of white material was revealed under the sand.
bone!?
I can feel its texture.
I'm crazy.
Three hundred years! Three hundred years later, I finally found what I wanted.
I have never had such strength in the past three hundred years. I was like a dog. I abandoned the shovel and directly started to plow backwards, letting the sand fly up like water splashes. Then the body under the yellow sand was already waiting for me.
The bones that have been there for a long time can see me as soon as possible!
I have fantasized a thousand times about how I would feel when I found it, whether I would be calm or in pain, feel sorry for Tianyao or feel ashamed of her, or have the urge to tear Yanran apart, but at this time I
When I saw her, I just wanted her to come out of the soil as soon as possible. I really wanted to see her.
However, at this moment, Po Meng crossed her arms and thought, didn't you say Tianyao was a fox? Why is the corpse here a human?
Eh?
I looked at the human skeleton that I had dug out completely, and sat down on the ground slumped.
Mrs. Meng has rarely left her free soup stall for three hundred years. Today is a rare day when I have finished writing a book. She came to my place to take a look. Unexpectedly, she saw something wrong with this crucial issue.
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Yes, goblins will return to their original appearance when they die. I died when I was banished to immortality. I know this very well, so she cannot be a human bone. She should be a fox bone.
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Could it be that she has become an immortal? I asked in confusion.
How is that possible? Meng Po said, it would be good if it takes five hundred years to transform into a human form. If it takes five hundred years to settle into a human body, wouldn't it mean that even a fairy can become an immortal?
I counted on my fingers and found that at the moment I wiped my neck, Tianyao was 491 years old, which was not even 500 years old.